This morning Micah woke up earlier than Mark or I was willing to wake up. In a sleep-induced fog, Mark turned on his cell phone, found a game for Micah to play, and then handed him the phone. Micah was quiet and happy, but Mark jolted awake when he heard a distant voice say, “Is your mommy there?”
Apparently, Micah had gotten bored with Brick Breaker and had moved on to bigger and better things-such as calling 911. The 911 operator was the friendly voice that Mark heard on the other side of the phone. I wish I could say that this was a solitary call to 911. It is actually our 4th call to 911 this year.
Is it possible to be “The Boy That Cried Wolf” when it comes to calling 911? Will the police station recognize our phone number and stop calling back to see if there is really a problem? Micah has the greatest knack for calling 911. He has called 3 out of the past 4 times. I don’t even think he knows what 911 is. He just knows that if he pushes a certain button (we’re not sure if there is a special emergency button on Mark’s cell phone), that a friendly voice will talk back. Don’t even bother suggesting that we lock the phone. There is some special way to call 911 with the lock on. The funniest thing is, Mark and I don’t know how to call 911 with the lock on-only Micah has solved this mystery.
Isaiah has joined his brother in the excitement of calling 911. Our 3rd call of the year was my then 15 month old dialing 911 from the fax line. There is no phone attached to this fax line, so when the police called back, I couldn’t answer the phone and tell them not to bother. I knew I was about to get a visit.
The first thing I did was look around the house. It was a Monday morning, and the house was a disaster from the weekend and I hadn’t yet had a chance to clean it. (Not that I was really going to clean it right away, but I figured that I at least had a reason for the mess.) In anticipation of my visit, I started running through the house, cleaning as fast as I could (well, I was mostly cleaning, but I just had to update my Facebook page about what was going on). The house was looking better, but was definitely not perfect when the officer showed up at my door.
When the police officer showed up, I explained to him that my 1 year old dialed 911 from the fax line. I thought he might be impressed at how smart he was, but instead he looked at me like I might be a little crazy. I guess with a lame reason like that he figured I might be held silently at gun point and had to resort to making up some last minute story to get rid of him. He just said, “I need to check out the house, ma’am.”
Now, when a police officer is checking out your house, you notice all of the things that are laying around that just didn’t bother you before he showed up. He methodically checked every room until he saw the boys in the basement. The baby was happily playing with a toy and Micah looked up and gave him a wide grin. At that point, he stopped checking the house. The boys were obviously under no stress. I breathed a sigh of relief that he never made it to the laundry room. I was a little behind on laundry.
The officer politely left and I thanked him. I breathed a big sigh of relief – hoping that I didn’t have to deal with 911 again. Then, there was this morning. My kids keep me wondering what excitement each day will bring.